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I keep at it without realizing how fast time flies, tormenting Baek Geum-hwa relentlessly. She said it takes two hours to get to the stadium, but I lose track enjoying her reactions every time she cums with just a flick of my fingers. Before I know it, we've arrived at the arena hosting the academy league.
"Had fun anyway, right?"
"H-heek... I, I'm gonna kill you... Just pay back the money... I'll kill you♡"
"Heh heh heh, so cute."
She seemed like a fierce wild beast when we first met, but the more time passes, the more she turns into a big, adorable kitten. I chuckle at the sight and quickly button up her blouse before anyone sees—though her nipples are poking through from all the sweat.
"Oops, it's soaked with sweat and bulging out... Eh, whatever."
"'Whatever' my ass... People will think I'm a total slut...?!"
"So what if you're a slut? You're my meat toilet anyway. Might as well show off that I've got exclusive rights to a prime piece like you."
"Y-you crazy bastard master...♡"
I give her protruding nipple one last pinch over the blouse, then follow Park Ayoung and the Valkyrie players off the bus with a lecherous glance her way. An explosion of cheers erupts from all directions.
"Kyaaaaah?!"
"It's Park Ayoung!"
"Princerrrress!!"
As expected from an amateur Valkyrie who's already on the national team reserve list—she's instantly recognized, her fan club screaming wildly. Her teammates march toward the stadium with determined eyes, used to it all, but I'm caught off guard by the sudden wall of people and deafening roar. I shrink back a bit and ask Coach Choi Sua nearby.
"This always like this?"
"Ahaha... Ayoung's super popular. At school, you and the president lead the vanguard to keep it to just a personal guard, but..."
"Without our influence, this place is total wilderness."
Even among the fans, I hear stuff like "Ayoung looked at me!" slipping through the cheers—madness straight out of Mad Max. I slip behind Baek Geum-hwa with a ladylike pout.
"...Master, you think that bulk of yours hides easy?"
"It doesn't?"
"Sigh, I can't live like this. You're all manly when it's naughty stuff..."
"What?"
"Nothing! Just follow close. I'll protect you if anything happens. God, such a scaredy-cat."
"Oh..."
Her reliable pussy guard makes my balls tingle! I press my crotch right against her ass, stepping in sync like some three-legged race.
"Who's that guy behind her?"
"Dunno. Staff? He's got a bag."
"And that scary-looking bitch... Ugh, high school PTSD..."
Thankfully, they mistake us for staff—Baek Geum-hwa's fierce look scares them off anyway—and the attention fades. Under her protection, I trail Park Ayoung into the stadium locker room.
"No, master, you can't come in."
"Oh."
I stand there like a punished student in the hall, bag in hand, under her watchful eye while they change.
"Peeking's a no-go, right?"
"Not my place to say, but learn some morals?"
"..."
Honestly, when else will I get to see the whole volleyball team stripping? Swallowing my regret at her firm block, I settle for eavesdropping on their chatter.
Park Ayoung's volleyball shoes are the hot topic right then.
"Whoa, check out Ayoung's shoes? Brand new?"
"Nice! Wait, these soles are no joke. Custom order?!"
"Damn, ace treatment! Sponsorship already?!"
"Huh? No, that's not...!"
Team sports mean they're all over each other's gear, but anyone would drool "Oh man, I want those!"—pro-level shoes like that? No way they miss it.
"Heard that guidance committee kid who came with made 'em."
"Made? Oh right, support department. Here for data collection?"
"That too, but coach said he's her manager?"
"Ooh... Park Ayoung! Got an agency already?"
"N-no! That ba— I mean, that jerk just calls himself manager!"
Her flustered flailing as teammates bombard her over the pricey shoes is hilarious.
"All changed? Come on out, everyone."
"Yesss!"
"Ayoung, why're you so cute today?"
"Usually all cool and badass, but this clueless vibe? Adorbs."
Seniors and juniors tease her mercilessly, giggling at the novelty. Then coach returns from the bathroom, and they file out for stretching.
"Gotta be adult charm, huh?"
"What're you on about?"
"Just thinking—normally some rebel would mouth off, but they all obey coach without a peep."
"True, usually one climber sneaks in with that soft vibe. Why're you eyeing me like that?"
"...Yeah, you don't climb—you just bite."
"Grr...!"
She growls, catching my tease. I laugh and grab the collar of the last one out—Park Ayoung in her uniform.
"Eek, what?!"
"Hang back, Park Ayoung."
"Wh-why?! What now?!"
Perfect spot: locker room, teammates around, my sleazy grin screaming trouble. She yelps, jumping away from her friends.
Coach, leading the team, turns at the noise.
"Ayoung? Everything okay?"
"Just a quick check, coach. Won't be long."
"Sure? Okay, see you out there. Oh, Han-beom, Geum-hwa—sorry, but can you fridge these sports drinks?"
"Of course. I'll send Ayoung right after."
"Nooo! Don't leave me!"
"You use casual with coach...? Come here."
"Let go!"
She pleads desperately, but coach—fooled by my wholesome act—is already gone.
"Heh heh heh..."
"What... what's your game?! Another blowjob?!"
"Tempting, but not here."
"..."
Baek Geum-hwa shoots me a withering glare. Park Ayoung explodes too.
"Bullshit. Think I don't know? You messed with Geum-hwa on the bus!"
"Tormented her pussy and tits for two hours—why? How'd you know?"
"Her face, obviously... Wait, two hours?! *Gulp*... No wonder she's such a masochist."
She hesitates, swallowing hard at my confession. I tsk at this hopeless perv and beckon her closer—pants down signal.
"Ngh..."
"Kuh...!"
"Geum-hwa, why lift your skirt...? Nah, looks good—keep it up."
"Crazy bastard master...!"
Now I've got a passionate tanned pussy and an athletic one on display. The former's got a vibrator engraved with my name stuffed in, symbolizing ownership, leaking juices down her thighs in sync with its buzz. The latter drips anticipation—surprisingly, still factory-sealed virgin pussy.
Might've leaked a bit of cum, but packaging's intact.
"Geum-hwa's pussy always looks prime. Shame fading nicely—perfect for my meat toilet."
"Sh-shut uppp...♡"
Bzzz♡
Was just gonna check Ayoung, but Geum-hwa volunteered—flick the vibe hard for a mini pussy orgasm, then circle behind Ayoung.
"Where's the anal plug?"
"Even for warm-up, it's the arena—really?!"
"Tsk tsk, learn from Geum-hwa. Fetch it."
"Ugh..."
That's why she was last out. She glares murderously, heading to her locker—her jiggling tits and ass tempting me, but nah, even pervs have limits. She brings the plug.
"Asshole out."
"You're really gonna...? This is too mu— Aaaahk?!"
"You know it. Needs balance patch. Tiger in sheep flock's bad enough—wings too? Poor sheep. No conscience?"
Squelch♡
"You psycho bastard...♡"
"Ngh, wh-why me...♡"
I shove the plug back in her ass while tweaking Geum-hwa's vibe, tormenting them lightly. Then I pull out tape and a small egg rotor, pressing it to Ayoung's pussy.
"Why clit?!"
"Punishment for yanking the plug. Tape it on—wear it for the match."
"You fucking dog...♡"
Feels deliberate, punishment or reward? Anyway, she asked for training. I tape the rotor to her clit, smack her ass.
Squirttt♡
"Hyyyuk...♡"
Park Ayoung squirts like she's pissing herself in ecstasy.